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Nights of Lights

Poetry

Nights of Lights Suspended lights whose glow glides against a smoldering sunset, While the color of navy eyeshadow creeps an ashy stroke along a darkening sky. Lightning bugs flutter between incendiary bodies, Propagating waves across the uncompromising emptiness of space, Landing like stardust on our already over-heated skin. We wait for talismans, Some message in

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Shadow Woman

Poetry

I ask the darkness What is woman? I have no map to that country, Etched in the moon’s blood. When mother left, she took the compass with her. I have not received Such secrets as pass From mother to daughter. What else is there to find but a changeling. A poor facsimile made of barely-sculpted

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Phases

Poetry

There are two of you, Training ground for how to be Both whole and fragmented. I am me but I am also your mother. I belong to me but I also belong to you. There is enough of me for a multitude, But sometimes, I am barely enough for myself. The moon goes through phases

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Mounting Butterflies

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There was nothing remarkable about the way they died- The usual love-hate-fight-leave-comeback lovedance, The comfy dysfunction, the bruises and curses, The scattered pictures, toys and books, trappings of some shared yesterday. But most deaths do not expose such fractured domesticity Nor lay the burning embers of a humiliating need To the examination of public opinion

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